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story unless they were created by me. J.K Rowling is an insanely talented
author and Harry Potter and all people, places, and other creations in the
story are hers and not mine. This story takes place in Harry's 6th year and
has Harry / Hermione romance and if you have not read the 5th book and you
read my story it will ruin everything! So do not continue unless you have
read the entire 5th Harry Potter book.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Chapter 1 an Almost Happy Birthday
12:00 am flashed on an alarm clock in thick red letters. A boy with jet black hair and emerald green eyes lay on his bed thinking. As the boy stared at the ceiling of his room he failed to notice a small eccentric owl heading towards his window. The owl was so excited he flew straight into the boy's window without stopping.
Harry Potter jumped out of his bed the second he heard the thump of the owl crashing into his window. "Pig you stupid bird!" Harry whispered angrily while throwing the window open. Harry grabbed pig around the head and threw him in Hedwig's cage after snatching the scroll tied to his leg. Hedwig glared at Pig with contempt, Pig backed of into a small corner of the cage and put his head under his wing frantically. Harry sat back down on his bed and held his breath for a moment checking all was quiet except for the usual grunting noises from his fat and unconscious cousin Dudley. Harry slowly unrolled the parchment.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! So your 16, finally. How have the muggles been treating you? Well I have some good news for you; Mum said you can come stay with us for the rest of the summer! We will be picking you up on the 2nd at 5 PM sharp, don't worry we'll be using the cars the ministry leant to us; I don't know what's wrong with flooing over to your place. I've got to talk to you about something private mate, and I want to give you your present in person once you get here; well actually I have to since it's too big to owl to you. Well, owl me back soon.
-Ron
P.S Have you heard from Hermione?
Harry smiled and slowly rolled up the parchment and put it on his bed side table. Harry realized he had forgotten his birthday with all the excitement.and Sirius. His smile slowly faded.
Hermione, someone he had been thinking a lot of. Wait! What was his problem? He shouldn't be feeling these feelings. Harry debated in his mind about his feelings for Hermione and gave up not being able to get her out of his mind. Hermione is his best friend, nothing else.
At least that's what Harry thought.
* The next day Harry woke up earlier then usual since he needed to ask his Uncle and Aunt if he could go stay with Ron, he was going to have to butter them up like toast before asking them.
Harry put on his glasses and silently opened the door of his room and stuck his head out into the hallway. He looked left and right checking there were no Dursley's in sight. Clear. Slowly he approached the stairs and tip-toed down until the second-last step that always creaked which he jumped down onto the floor graceful as a ballerina.
Harry adjusted his glasses as he entered the kitchen and switched the lights on. It was still dark outside so he had to be extra quiet. Harry set of to work quickly getting the eggs, flour, and milk out. He set out across the kitchen looking for a mixing bowl, and there it was, sitting on top of the refrigerator. "Why is it all the way up there?" Harry quietly whispered to himself. At 5'10 Harry was almost tall enough to reach the top of the fridge himself; all he needed was a little boost. He pulled one of the chairs from the kitchen table to the fridge. He stepped up on the chair and grabbed the silver mixing bowl. Just as Harry was about to step down his scar seared with pain. Harry lost his balance and hit the floor with a thump and the bowl coming down after him. With his quick reflexes from Quidditch Harry leaned to the left and caught the bowl just before it hit the ground. "He's angry." Harry whispered to himself.
* One hour later a huge stack of pancakes sat towering on the kitchen table waiting to be eaten. The Dursley's came down with their noses up in the hair catching the wonderful sent of food. Glee filled Dudley's small beady eyes once they lay on the pancakes. "Pancakes!" Dudley yelped with delight. "What is the meaning of this boy?" Harry's Uncle Vernon asked. "What are you talking about?" Harry answered coldly. "You wouldn't do this if there wasn't some sort of catch." said Uncle Vernon slyly. "Out with it boy" Harry's Aunt Petunia screeched. "Fine. My friend, Ron from Hog- I mean school asked me if I would like to come stay with him and his family for the remainder of the summer. Can I go?" said Harry making the utmost innocent face. "Are you telling me that that lunatic Weasley is coming to get you again?" said Uncle Vernon as his face started turning purple. "They're using a car to come get me this time they won't be coming through the fire place, like last time." Harry said grinning. "Fine." Said Uncle Vernon as he sat down at the table and stabbed the pile of pancakes with his fork.
* After breakfast Harry ran up the stairs and sat down at his desk. He grabbed a piece of parchment and soaked his quill in ink.
Dear Ron,
I'll see you then. No I haven't heard from Hermione yet, I think she said she was going on vacation to Los Angles, somewhere in America.
-Harry
* Harry sat on the porch stairs waiting for the arrival of The Weasley's. With his trunk by his side Harry glanced at his ancient watch Dudley had passed on to him since his wrist got to fat, 4:55 it said. 5 minutes. Harry thought to himself. Another 4 minutes passed, and as Harry's watch turned to 5:00 two old-fashioned cars pulled up to the curb. One was red and the other was blue. A door of the blue car opened. "Harry!" Yelled a red- headed boy who stood at 6'1. "Ron! What happened to you?" said Harry looking up a few inches at his best friend. "Growth spurt. How are you mate?" said Ron grinning. "Can't complain." replied Harry. "Let me help you with your things." said Ron reaching for Harry's trunk. "No. That's ok Ron, I got it." said Harry grabbing his trunk before Ron could. "Come on lets go." said Ron
They had been driving for over two hours. Harry and Ron talked about mostly Quidditch but also the situation with Voldemort. "So my brother Bill joined the Order last month, since he's a curse breaker Dumbledore thinks he would come in handy." explained Ron. "You know what I don't get? You, me, and Hermione have always been the one confronted by Voldemort (Ron flinches) but the only ones who don't get to join the order. It's like we do all the fighting and they do all the planning." said Harry. "Well Harry it's mostly you and me, not really Hermione. Sure she's been there to support us and uses her brain but that's really all." said Ron. "I really don't agree. Hermione has always been there for us, for me. Like in the fourth year." Harry finished not wanting to continue. Harry changed the subject to back to Quidditch and their chance at the cup this year. "I think we can win the cup, but we have to replace Angelina, Katie, Alicia, Fred, and George." said Harry counting on his fingers. "Yeah, but I think Gryffindor can do it." said Ron with confidence. "We definitely don't want Slytherin to win." said Ron with disgust in his voice.
*
Thirty minute later the two cars came to a full stop, not in front of the Burrow but in front of Number 13 and Number 14 Grimmauld place.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Chapter 1 an Almost Happy Birthday
12:00 am flashed on an alarm clock in thick red letters. A boy with jet black hair and emerald green eyes lay on his bed thinking. As the boy stared at the ceiling of his room he failed to notice a small eccentric owl heading towards his window. The owl was so excited he flew straight into the boy's window without stopping.
Harry Potter jumped out of his bed the second he heard the thump of the owl crashing into his window. "Pig you stupid bird!" Harry whispered angrily while throwing the window open. Harry grabbed pig around the head and threw him in Hedwig's cage after snatching the scroll tied to his leg. Hedwig glared at Pig with contempt, Pig backed of into a small corner of the cage and put his head under his wing frantically. Harry sat back down on his bed and held his breath for a moment checking all was quiet except for the usual grunting noises from his fat and unconscious cousin Dudley. Harry slowly unrolled the parchment.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! So your 16, finally. How have the muggles been treating you? Well I have some good news for you; Mum said you can come stay with us for the rest of the summer! We will be picking you up on the 2nd at 5 PM sharp, don't worry we'll be using the cars the ministry leant to us; I don't know what's wrong with flooing over to your place. I've got to talk to you about something private mate, and I want to give you your present in person once you get here; well actually I have to since it's too big to owl to you. Well, owl me back soon.
-Ron
P.S Have you heard from Hermione?
Harry smiled and slowly rolled up the parchment and put it on his bed side table. Harry realized he had forgotten his birthday with all the excitement.and Sirius. His smile slowly faded.
Hermione, someone he had been thinking a lot of. Wait! What was his problem? He shouldn't be feeling these feelings. Harry debated in his mind about his feelings for Hermione and gave up not being able to get her out of his mind. Hermione is his best friend, nothing else.
At least that's what Harry thought.
* The next day Harry woke up earlier then usual since he needed to ask his Uncle and Aunt if he could go stay with Ron, he was going to have to butter them up like toast before asking them.
Harry put on his glasses and silently opened the door of his room and stuck his head out into the hallway. He looked left and right checking there were no Dursley's in sight. Clear. Slowly he approached the stairs and tip-toed down until the second-last step that always creaked which he jumped down onto the floor graceful as a ballerina.
Harry adjusted his glasses as he entered the kitchen and switched the lights on. It was still dark outside so he had to be extra quiet. Harry set of to work quickly getting the eggs, flour, and milk out. He set out across the kitchen looking for a mixing bowl, and there it was, sitting on top of the refrigerator. "Why is it all the way up there?" Harry quietly whispered to himself. At 5'10 Harry was almost tall enough to reach the top of the fridge himself; all he needed was a little boost. He pulled one of the chairs from the kitchen table to the fridge. He stepped up on the chair and grabbed the silver mixing bowl. Just as Harry was about to step down his scar seared with pain. Harry lost his balance and hit the floor with a thump and the bowl coming down after him. With his quick reflexes from Quidditch Harry leaned to the left and caught the bowl just before it hit the ground. "He's angry." Harry whispered to himself.
* One hour later a huge stack of pancakes sat towering on the kitchen table waiting to be eaten. The Dursley's came down with their noses up in the hair catching the wonderful sent of food. Glee filled Dudley's small beady eyes once they lay on the pancakes. "Pancakes!" Dudley yelped with delight. "What is the meaning of this boy?" Harry's Uncle Vernon asked. "What are you talking about?" Harry answered coldly. "You wouldn't do this if there wasn't some sort of catch." said Uncle Vernon slyly. "Out with it boy" Harry's Aunt Petunia screeched. "Fine. My friend, Ron from Hog- I mean school asked me if I would like to come stay with him and his family for the remainder of the summer. Can I go?" said Harry making the utmost innocent face. "Are you telling me that that lunatic Weasley is coming to get you again?" said Uncle Vernon as his face started turning purple. "They're using a car to come get me this time they won't be coming through the fire place, like last time." Harry said grinning. "Fine." Said Uncle Vernon as he sat down at the table and stabbed the pile of pancakes with his fork.
* After breakfast Harry ran up the stairs and sat down at his desk. He grabbed a piece of parchment and soaked his quill in ink.
Dear Ron,
I'll see you then. No I haven't heard from Hermione yet, I think she said she was going on vacation to Los Angles, somewhere in America.
-Harry
* Harry sat on the porch stairs waiting for the arrival of The Weasley's. With his trunk by his side Harry glanced at his ancient watch Dudley had passed on to him since his wrist got to fat, 4:55 it said. 5 minutes. Harry thought to himself. Another 4 minutes passed, and as Harry's watch turned to 5:00 two old-fashioned cars pulled up to the curb. One was red and the other was blue. A door of the blue car opened. "Harry!" Yelled a red- headed boy who stood at 6'1. "Ron! What happened to you?" said Harry looking up a few inches at his best friend. "Growth spurt. How are you mate?" said Ron grinning. "Can't complain." replied Harry. "Let me help you with your things." said Ron reaching for Harry's trunk. "No. That's ok Ron, I got it." said Harry grabbing his trunk before Ron could. "Come on lets go." said Ron
They had been driving for over two hours. Harry and Ron talked about mostly Quidditch but also the situation with Voldemort. "So my brother Bill joined the Order last month, since he's a curse breaker Dumbledore thinks he would come in handy." explained Ron. "You know what I don't get? You, me, and Hermione have always been the one confronted by Voldemort (Ron flinches) but the only ones who don't get to join the order. It's like we do all the fighting and they do all the planning." said Harry. "Well Harry it's mostly you and me, not really Hermione. Sure she's been there to support us and uses her brain but that's really all." said Ron. "I really don't agree. Hermione has always been there for us, for me. Like in the fourth year." Harry finished not wanting to continue. Harry changed the subject to back to Quidditch and their chance at the cup this year. "I think we can win the cup, but we have to replace Angelina, Katie, Alicia, Fred, and George." said Harry counting on his fingers. "Yeah, but I think Gryffindor can do it." said Ron with confidence. "We definitely don't want Slytherin to win." said Ron with disgust in his voice.
*
Thirty minute later the two cars came to a full stop, not in front of the Burrow but in front of Number 13 and Number 14 Grimmauld place.